That response didn't register with me for several hours, and when it did occur to me what she had said, I was more than a little puzzled. Just what di... she have in mind, I wondered.After breakfast, we spent the morning and early afternoon showing Sarah around downtown Chicago and the lakeshore.By late afternoon we found ourselves back at Michelle's apartment, drinking wine and talking about Sarah's plans for the future. She intended to go to college, and was not certain of her choice of schools. It was a Monday morning, they were both tired and fractious, after having been out with friends the evening before and Josh was being particularly off with Isabella. “Whats up, Josh? Is there something wrong?” She asked tentatively as she took a sip of her tea. “No, everything's fine” he said with pursed lips as he glared into his cereal, taking huge mouthfuls as if he had not eaten for days. Isabella knew full well something was up. He was normally quite jovial in the morning, which had always. I began taking off her pants; they came off. I was already downto my underwear. My dick popped his head out the top. I thumbed herpanties and pulled them down; she shifted her hips to help me. The pantieswere off. So too was my underwear.Her lips kissed mine. Her fingers toyed with my nipples and my balls. Herlanding strip brushed my dick. She slowly lowered herself onto her kneesand kissed her way down my chest toward my dick. She caressed it. Shestroked it. She started licking it. I moaned.. "Some of those guys, you mebbie throw heem the slider too. The reg'lar one, low and eenside to the lefties. Some of them, you no can pull eet, that treek. To some of them, eet will be like a balloon, you know? But I know wheech ones can heet eet, and wheech ones, weel geet all focked up, trying to heet eet. And after a while, Frederico, you weel know wheech ones, also."Now Hernando wanted to sample my change-up, and again, I threw it several times before he said anything at all. Then he told me.